372: Situ Qi's decisiveness

After a long while, Situ Qi straightened his back, the respect on his face instantly transforming into ecstasy and determination.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping over all the core Elders, his father Supreme Elder Situ You, his son Situ Lan, and his daughter Situ Qinsheng. His voice carried an unquestionable finality:

“By my command as the Clan Head!”

“First, the Crimson Thunder Hegemon Body Art, a Saint-Grade High Grade Cultivation Technique, is now classified as the Family's supreme core Legacy. No one except the core direct descendants and those who have made great contributions may practice it! Grand Elder Supreme Elder Situ You will personally guard the Legacy Hall!”

“Second, Family resources will tilt toward Qinsheng! At all costs, help her Cultivate the Purple Heaven Temple Destiny Eye to a higher Realm! Clan Leader Di's word is gold; this is the greatest opportunity for our Situ Family's future!”

“Third, mobilize all the Family's hidden networks to gather all intelligence regarding the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Eastern Domain, especially everything related to the Di Clan! Report any movement immediately! Lan'er will personally be responsible for the Eternal Night Divine Capital to strengthen ties with the Eternal Night Merchant Guild!”

A burning light flickered in his eyes:

“Is that clear? The Di Clan is the only path to the heavens for our Situ Family! Holding onto this thigh is the primary task for our clan's next thousand years! Anyone who slacks off will be severely punished by Family Law—there will be no leniency!”

“Yes! We obey the Clan Head's command!”

All core members of the Situ Family responded in unison, the flames of ambition burning in their eyes as well.

A Saint-Grade High Grade Cultivation Technique, the favor of Clan Leader Di, and Qinsheng's highlighted potential... all of this allowed them to see an unprecedentedly glorious future for the Family.

Supreme Elder Situ You stroked the Crimson Thunder Hegemon Body Art Jade Slip in his hand, feeling the vast and perfect true intent of thunder within. A sharp light shot from his old eyes as he whispered to himself, “Turning over a hand to make clouds and another to make rain; the fate of the Situ Family has changed forever.”

Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away from Thunder Prison Prefecture, at the Law Enforcement Hall.

An unimaginably massive ancient hall, like the skeleton of a giant beast, floated quietly in the Void Realm.

The hall was forged from some dull material that was neither metal nor stone. It was covered in massive scars as if carved by knives and axes, with dried, dark purple blood flowing over it as if it could swallow light.

This was the core of the Law Enforcement Hall—where the Hall of Heroic Spirits was located.

In the deepest part of the hall, within a strange space constructed of pale starlight.

Countless translucent humanoid silhouettes emitting faint light floated within. These were the heroic spirits of the Law Enforcement Hall's past powerhouses who had fallen.

In the center of this sea of heroic spirits, a hazy pale moon shadow floated.

This was one of the Foundations of the Law Enforcement Hall, the Lord of Lunar Eclipse, the Great Saint of Taiyin.

Suddenly, this pale moon shadow fluctuated slightly.

A cold thought echoed in the silent space:

“Xuan Jun...”

As this thought was transmitted, far away at the Law Enforcement Hall headquarters.

The Hall Master, Xuan Jun, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.

A trace of undetectable alarm flashed across his sage-like face, as if he had been pricked by an invisible cold needle.

On the World-Stabilizing Compass floating before him, in the area representing the direction of the Eastern Domain's Thunder Prison Prefecture, the Law light patterns that were originally flowing steadily now showed an extremely subtle... trace of disorder and collapse!

Like a pebble thrown into a calm water surface, though small, it broke the perfect order.

Xuan Jun's majestic and solemn brow furrowed deeply, a cold sense of doubt and gravity flashing in his eyes.

This kind of subtle collapse at the Law level was extremely rare. It often meant that a variable beyond control had been born, or... a power capable of interfering with or even destroying the Foundation of order had appeared.

“Thunder Prison Prefecture... Zhou Family...”

Xuan Jun whispered to himself, his fingertip lightly tracing the World-Stabilizing Compass, attempting to trace the source of that disorder.

However, the feedback he received was like a stone sinking into the sea—nothing but Chaos.

“Sky Dome Old Man's deduction has also been interfered with... what kind of sacred being could disturb the heavenly secrets to this extent?”

He fell silent for a moment, then a cold Divine Thought was sent out:

“Order the Heaven-Sifting Mirror: Thoroughly investigate recent disturbances in Thunder Prison Prefecture, especially the detailed intelligence on the battle of the Zhou Family's destruction. Report all anomalies, no matter how small, immediately!”

A blurred response came from the void.

Xuan Jun closed his eyes again, but his mind could no longer find peace.

That slight collapse of Law made him feel a faint sense of unease.

With his Lifespan nearing its end, he had become exceptionally sensitive to any factor that might threaten the order of the Law Enforcement Hall and his own plans for life extension.

Rakshasa City, Dark Merchant Guild.

Situ Qinsheng, Di Wushang, Di Lingxiao, Di Jingzhe, and Feng Linger were all here.

They recalled the scene when they left the Situ Family and Feng Linger asked about Feng Wuji.

“Senior,” Feng Linger took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice carrying an undetectable tremor, but more so an urgency, “Please tell me, is my younger brother Feng Wuji... is he still alive? Second Elder Zhou Yu said he was bought by the Evil Spirit Cult Leader, Ghostly Darkness...”

Di Shenglong extended his right index finger and lightly tapped the void in front of him.

Buzz!

A speck of light rippled out, quickly expanding into a light mirror.

The scene in the mirror twisted and changed, finally settling on a massive city shrouded in thick Death Qi and dark clouds—Rakshasa City!

Chaotic streets, distorted buildings, and the air seemed permeated with blood and malice.

The image zoomed in rapidly, and a massive hall built from pale bone and pitch-black rock appeared before everyone. At the top of the hall, a huge skull mark composed of ghostly green phosphorus fire rotated slowly, emitting a heart-palpitating evil aura—the Evil Spirit Cult Headquarters!

The scene in the light mirror did not go deep into the hall's interior but stopped at the entrance of a deep cavern.

In the depths of the cavern, countless distorted and suffering vengeful spirits could be seen wailing and struggling. Their power was being extracted and gathered by an invisible force, flowing toward a blurred, massive shadow outline in the deepest part of the cavern that emitted a decaying and ominous aura.

That outline seemed to be sleeping, and every weak breath caused the surrounding vengeful spirits to let out even more shrill wails.

“The Evil Spirit Cult Headquarters.”

“Feng Wuji possesses the Wind-Thunder Spirit Body and is a top-tier Cauldron. Ghostly Darkness sacrificed him to... a Ghost Saint.”

“The Clan Chief said Feng Wuji was sacrificed by Ghostly Darkness to a Ghost Saint!”

“A powerhouse of this level is not someone we can deal with!”

Di Jingzhe was the first to speak.

“Indeed, even if we join forces, we are no match for a Ghost Saint!”

Di Lingxiao's brow was also tightly furrowed.

Within Di Wushang's deep Asura Demonic Eyes, a crimson light flowed incessantly, as if he were rapidly analyzing something.

A moment later, the red light in his eyes slightly receded, and his calm voice broke the heavy atmosphere in the hall:

“Sacrifice... does not equal death.”

These words were like a thunderclap in the darkness!

They instantly shattered the ice of despair in Feng Linger's heart!

She jerked her head up, looking at Di Wushang with tearful eyes, an unbelievable light of hope erupting within them.

Di Jingzhe turned his head abruptly, staring intently at Di Wushang. “Brother Wu Shang, what did you say?”